A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

Evans was born at

the one who picked the name for

building with windows that had a

comfortable drinking a cup of

an individual was trapped in a room all year round, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it would still be very

window, looking outside. His

doctor had almost given up on

lived two months longer

behind him with a glass of water

for you to take the medicine,” Peter

Mark seemed like he

while, he murmured, “Today is

twitched when he heard

smile and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans

her favorite

response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should have been born by

this, he began to fumble in his pocket for his

he stopped and shook

had thought about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all. He knew she

call her,” he said to

didn’t have to give

hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the

“Please take your medicine.

you some pumpkin pies. You can have

him and

and a nurse came in to help put on the medical

Mark

got weaker and weaker until he finally fell

rare for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and it

birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still

had almost given

still alive. He had lived two months longer than

behind him with a glass of water and medicine in his

the medicine,” Peter reminded him

like he had not

staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be very lively at

when he

a smile and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully

also her favorite food,”

this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask

began to fumble in his pocket for his

stopped

he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her

better not call her,” he

didn’t have to give

to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him

“Please take your medicine.

I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have

from him

he lay on the bed, and a nurse came in to help

she was done, Mark looked

got weaker and

rare for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and it was

hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and

much like that of

him secretly for a while and call him “Uncle Mark” when she got

fact, this Cecilia in his dream

in his arms and gently stroked his face, saying, “Mark, I don’t

point,

hospital room were white, just like the

gently closed his

he needed

cold all over his body. He

buy the pumpkin pies by

a plump foreign nurse was in

return home. He missed his home

food Zoey cooked, and the apartment on Gamous Road, which was where

he couldn’t change

never give up as

continued to hate him, even if he wouldn’t survive and have her

to stay strong and fight his

he was finding it difficult

he sat up on the bed and started to make paper planes. He knew how much

grew up. The plane

he wanted to go there

Mark’s pale fingers trembled as he

back

had run into a snowstorm on his way, so he was practically

in time. The pumpkin pies are still warm,” he said to

just then, he saw the paper planes Mark had been making and he pursed his

paper planes and smiled at

some of your pumpkin

actually took

more than

put down the

his eyes

and have a

Angela’s Library

assured him. But he could see that Mark

before he could ask him about it, Mark’s phone rang. It was

was around 4 a.m.

he looked at the caller ID. For a long time, he didn’t say or

you,” Peter urged

into a

boy,” he

to answer the phone. It was an international call, so the signal was

voice sounded

Mark heard him when he said, “Cecilia gave birth to a girl. Her name is Olivia. Olivia

a girl that had been

the phone trembled so

said, “Mark, Edwin misses you so

Mark closed his eyes.

will take a flight to come see you next

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

said, “Mark, no matter what, I hope

the emotional entanglement with

half of his life. He

sniffed and put down the

the call, he never even dared to ask

in the room all along, was eager to hear what had been discussed

“What happened?” he asked.

After a while, he looked up at Peter and said, “Cecilia has given

hear this and he did a fist pump in

he said with

good sign on the first day of the new year. And Olivia is

and began to stroke one

wanted to fly back home to

Angela’s Library

glance would be

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